Back to snow and gray skies again.
Back to boots and corduroy pants.
The pet grass is really really dead.
This looks like a scene out of “Little House In The Big Woods.
Although there’s no ice on the pond, there is not a single bird or duck in sight.
Even the rocks look like they want to burrow into the ground till spring.
Nothing much to be seen outside, so it’s back to my book and a cup of coffee.